Through the palace of the king of subjugation

After several days of detour, Bai Gu finally arrived at the disaster area with his troops, money and food, but the relief work was far more complicated than he imagined.

Silver is used to restore post-disaster production, and it is not enough to fill the stomachs of victims with silver. Although grain and food can satisfy hunger, the lack of water does not allow hungry people to just swallow rice like this.

White Gull could only take off the delicate armor with the guards, rolled up his trousers, went into battle shirtless, and went to fetch water from all the places where he could get water.

Under the scorching sun, after several days of tossing back and forth like this, everyone was exhausted, and some people collapsed, but it can only be said that they barely survived.

Bai Gu knew in his heart that going on like this was not an option.

The rest of the people in charge of logistics propped up the "stolen" tents, and barely set up a camp. The soldiers in charge of the gang started to light a fire and cook, but many people were too tired to eat and drink, and returned to the camp and fell on the tree. He fell asleep right away.

The commander's camp was too big, so Bai Gu told him not to bother, just put up an ordinary small tent, put up a camp couch, a small case, and hang a flag, it would be considered a "handsome tent".

At this moment, he was lying on the couch with his forearm pillowed on his forearm. He was so tired that his muscles were sore, but he couldn't fall asleep anyway.

He is bare-chested, usually his tight and muscular body is inconspicuous with clothes on, only a figure with wide shoulders and narrow waist can be seen, now his skin is covered with a layer of honey color by the scorching sun, under the candlelight, undulating The lines are more refined.

"General—"

Chen An held a bowl of stick noodle porridge in one hand and a rough steamed bun in the other. He opened the curtain of the tent with his shoulders and walked in, just in time to see the disheveled people lying on the camp couch.

"This... I don't know that the general has already rested. It was Chen An who was abrupt." He quickly put the food in his hand on the small desk beside him, bowed and was about to retreat while speaking, "Chen An will take his leave first."

"Never stop—" White Gull turned over and sat up, then grabbed the blouse beside him and put it on, "You came just in time, I was going to find you."

Chen An respectfully bowed his head and stood aside, "The general ordered it."

"Sit." Bai Gu walked to the small stool beside the desk and sat down, reached out and patted the stool beside him, "Shall we eat together?"

"I have used it before." Chen An sat down in a very regular manner, "General, please take advantage of the heat."

"Yeah." Bai Gu nodded, and was about to pick up the open bowl of earthenware when his expression darkened suddenly, "This is what everyone eats?"

"The refined food is limited..." Chen An nodded apologetically, "If the general is not used to eating, I will teach the cook to prepare some for you tomorrow. Everyone is resting today, can you..."

"No need—" Bai Gu put down the clay bowl in his hand with a wave of his hand, "The disaster victims also eat these?"

"It is because the fine grains are distributed to the victims that we eat this." Chen An explained: "Some victims have been hungry for a long time and have eaten everything, especially the elderly and children. If you eat too much coarse grains in one go, you won't be able to digest them, something will happen..."

"So most of the fine grains are distributed to the elderly and children, and the rest is not much, and they are all stored up, and they have to be distributed to other places, so I am not willing to eat by myself..."

"That's fine." Bai Gu nodded, and took a bite of the rough bread with cold water, "Don't worry about it, I can eat anything."

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence, "Keep everything..."

Chen An also nodded, "What do you want to tell the general before?"

"By the way—" Bai Ou finished stuffing the rough-faced steamed bun in two mouthfuls, and his eating was not at all as dignified and refined as a son of a noble family.

In the past, Chen An would have sneered at his style of work, but now he admires him deeply.

"When I was away, Chen Yu and His Majesty discussed disaster relief. Didn't they expect the situation today?"

Without water, food can only be used as an emergency, and now there are guards to help carry water, but what will we do in the days to come?

"I've thought about it all, but I didn't expect the general to come back suddenly. When my adoptive father discussed with His Majesty, he never thought that the money and food could be delivered to the disaster area so quickly and smoothly."

Chen An explained carefully: "If it is a few days later, it will rain in a short time. As long as there is water, everything will be fine."

He bowed his head and saluted, "Thank you general for a few more days."

Bai Ou frowned in confusion, the little emperor or Chen Yu, which one has the ability to pray for the wind and predict the rain?

"How do they know?"

"The rainy day in the south of the Yangtze River is coming." Chen An rarely smiled, "Your Majesty specially added some coarse grain seeds such as potatoes to the grain this time. The weather in the south of the Yangtze River is warm, and these grains are suitable for autumn planting. Quickly—”

"As long as the rainy days pass and the water level in the river rises again, it can flow into the irrigation canal again. By then, it will be too late to plant rice, but you can plant a season of rough grain, which will mature in three months and survive this winter."

Bai Gu took the earthenware bowl and poured a mouthful of stick noodle porridge, then nodded thoughtfully.

Even he didn't understand these things. How much hard work did Li Yuyu put in where no one else could see him.

"General?" Chen An saw Baiou holding the bowl in a daze for a long time, and reminded him: "It's not good for the stomach when it's cold."

"Oh."

Bai Gu absent-mindedly agreed, his thoughts had already flown back to Emperor Gen'er's feet, something slipped out of the sleeve pocket between his raised arms and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Chen An was careful, and when he heard the voice, he immediately bowed to pick it up, but when he got up, his expression changed.

"What's the matter?" White Gull asked puzzled.

"This, this... this sign..." Chen An's hands trembled, holding the sign in both hands with a look of surprise on his face.

Bai Gu immediately sensed that something was wrong, he had already noticed that this brand was weird, but the troublesome things came one after another, and he didn't have time to ask.

"You know him!" He grabbed Chen An nervously, which could shock a mature and prudent person like this. I'm afraid this brand is more complicated than he imagined, so he repeated solemnly, "This brand you know?"

"I……"

Chen An was about to reply stammeringly, but was interrupted by a noise outside the tent.

In the conversation just now, Chen An Mingming mentioned a sentence unintentionally, everyone stopped, where did the noise come from?

Bai Gu put down the earthen bowl in his hand, got up vigilantly, stuffed the brand into his sleeve pocket, and saw several clusters of dancing flames outside the tent, and pulled Chen An behind him.

Chen An is a frail scholar. In his middle age, if there is any trouble, let alone help, it will be difficult for him to protect himself.

"There are weapons in the tent, you can just pick up something you can carry for self-defense and find a place to hide." Bai Gu said and walked out of the tent, "Don't come out, I'll go and have a look."

The white gull opened the curtain, and saw the strange flames in the camp approaching in one direction.

He suddenly remembered the words of the governor of Lin'an Prefecture that Chen An had conveyed to him before he left——

Is it possible that there are bandits outside Lin'an City?

But it's only been a few days since they released food for disaster relief. Could it be that someone really got the news?

What kind of bandits have the guts to run into the knife edge of the two thousand Yulin army's imperial guards, and they are able to pick on this moment when all the members are exhausted?

Bai Ou didn't know why, but what he thought of was those cornmeal coarse grains, which the nobles would look down on...

"General, general..." Chen An did not know when he was standing beside Bai Ou with a well-behaved saber in his hand.

"Why did you come out?" Bai Ou glanced back, "Didn't I teach you to hide?"

"Before I left, my adoptive father told me to follow you." Chen An's voice was trembling, "Besides, I saw that you didn't bring a weapon...". =

Bai Gu thought to himself, I wouldn't use it if I brought it...

"You came just in time—" He suddenly grabbed Chen An as if remembering something, "Where are the remaining fine grains and silver placed?"

Chen An seemed to understand, and immediately nodded and said, "I'll take the adults there!"

On the way to the storage point, I have encountered a few "bandits" sporadically. Although the white gulls are not very good at weapons, but fortunately, the people who came here are all half-baked. With moves that he didn't understand, he quickly knocked down a few people.

Another uppercut flashed out from the shadows, and the white gull tilted his head sensitively to dodge, turned around and hit each other with elbows, hitting the opponent's temple directly, stunned.

When he withdrew his hand, he suddenly felt a burning pain coming from the place where the opponent's fist wind swept past just now.

"General...you..."

The movement of the white gull turning around happened to face Chen An behind him, and he saw Chen An tremblingly pointing at his face——

"General, your left cheek..."

Left cheek?

It was the place where the burning pain came out.

White Gull rubbed the back of his hand against the painful spot, about an inch below his eyes——

The back of the hand was scarlet, bright and dazzling.

Is there really such an unfathomable martial art as punching and hurting people?

White Gull shook his head in disbelief.

With that ability, why was he knocked down by him?

He squatted down to check the man's right hand that had attacked him just now, and he found a good thing——

Knuckles.

He doesn't know how to use the guys in the cold weapon era, but for those who are used to fighting, this thing is very handy.

He took off the pair of knuckle gloves and tried it on his own hands. How could he forget this when he couldn't find suitable gloves.

"You know all the people Chen Yu put in, don't you?" He stood up and raised his sleeve to wipe off the blood on his left face, "Go, tell them to protect the supplies—"

Bai Gu glanced at the silver grains piled up not far away, "I'll go there first."

He left Chen An behind and ran quickly along the direction Chen An had pointed out to him just now, but the closer he got, the more he felt something was wrong.

The "bandits" he encountered were not many. Based on the estimated number of people based on the flames he saw before, even if all the people could successfully gather to the place where the money and food were piled up, they would not be able to move many.

With such a small number of people and heavy loads, no matter how exhausted the guards of the Habayashi Army are, it is impossible to let them retreat unscathed.

What is the picture?

This question will soon be answered.

The direction where the flames gathered before turned from facing the silver grain stacking point to approaching the white gull. He encountered more and more "bandits", and he had already hanged several places.

He was now almost certain that this group of people came for him.

Just now, Chen An had been taught to inform everyone to gather at the storage point of silver and grain. He knew that he only needed to hold out for a while, and when everyone gathered together, he would be able to wipe out this group of "thieves", but...

He looked at the assembled torches in the dark.

Open flames are the most forbidden for grain and grass.

He can't take the risk.

After thinking about it, he changed his footsteps, turned around and turned in another direction.

The author has something to say: probably tomorrow, the little emperor will be online!

In order to speed up the progress.. how about I update another chapter tonight?Anyone want to see it?

On the first day that the little emperor was away, my comment area was much deserted.. If no one cares about me, then I will write tomorrow qaq

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